High-pressurized sun spreads over the harbor this morning, expanding the sky bluewards, carbonating wide open waters like sparkling champagne. Traffic over the route one bridge hums with the self-satisfaction of manifest destiny. Boats thread the narrow channel looking for a way out of that forest of aluminum masts. One boat at its mooring sends its singular wooden mast into the past attracting historical visions of clipper ships and rum. I sit forwards in a birch bark canoe paddling back to my wilderness.
COLD AND SOLITUDE
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Freezing weather here after a snowfall. Here again is a winter hokku by
Hashin: No sky, no earth;Only snowCeaselessly falling. And here is Kimio
Eto playin...
3 months ago
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